Patterns - Capo Lee

They don’t know

They don’t know

Get the mic out and I do it properly

Gloves on and I feel like I’m Rocky

Still be a boss, man, these man can’t boss me

Hate all around, they man can’t knock me

You man a joke, man, these man can’t mock me

Out in the road and I feel like a diva

Ratchet gyal can’t taste my cocky

Flows and bars, long hair and I’m cocky

Feel like Messi in the Champions League

Cah man’ll skip through and these man can’t stop me

Had fed on my case from years

I slowed down but they still wanna lock me

Baring my face on the YouTube page

I’m about in the day, but the fans still clock me

They wanna rate me, girls wanna date me

Cut through daily and I do this properly

I do a campaign, stick to champagne

I’m in the game now, so I do rampage

I don’t plan game, I’ve got a buff ting

Next to me like Emeli Sandé

Somethin' sweet like candy

I’ve got bars so I rap like Band-Aid

Give a pop a bad day

When I ski ‘round the corner with handbrake

In the party with burners

I just need some new trainers

Bust a rhyme with that timin'

Left her man, you can’t blame her

On the zoot, I’m like Jagger

Chuffin' down on that flamer

On the dance, I make patterns

Even if you’re not raver

In the party with burners

I just need some new trainers

Bust a rhyme with that timin'

Left her man, you can’t blame her

On the zoot, I’m like Jagger

Chuffin' down on that flamer

On the dance, I make patterns

Even if you’re not raver

Out on the cub more time, just swaggin'

When I step on the mic, you know Britain got talent

Bare thankful for the things that I’ve done

I ain’t gotta stress about the things that I haven’t

Yeah, everything Chris like Tarrant

Two gold teeth when I smile, it’s apparent

No, man can’t violate me

When I slide, all the team get filled up like Sharon

Too many nights man grindin' for

They say the police hear all the music

Paranoid, I can’t write this wrong

Don’t know how to do it, I can’t right that wrong

Live on the guard, no man here may reach it

Pain in the heart where I write this from

Things in the ends are getting kinda bad

Every single day is like a timing bomb

Everything cray, man, sip too Ray

Light and dark, when I’ve got to pay

Man want a verse, then you’ve got to pay

Smiling face, when I flex today

Man, I’ve got a stylie and I’ve got swag

‘Cause I have a dream, so I’m due to praise

I can’t settle, man ain’t for the highest

Look to the bar, it get too raised

In the party with burners

I just need some new trainers

Bust a rhyme with that timin'

Left her man, you can’t blame her

On the zoot, I’m like Jagger

Chuffin' down on that flamer

On the dance, I make patterns

Even if you’re not raver

In the party with burners

I just need some new trainers

Bust a rhyme with that timin'

Left her man, you can’t blame her

On the zoot, I’m like Jagger

Chuffin' down on that flamer

On the dance, I make patterns

Even if you’re not raver